Poem June 19, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

EXALTATION

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

Ofttimes, when meditation steeps my heart
In harmony and hush and ambient light,
I seem to stand apart
From thoughts that to my duller moods respond;
Like some lone watcher, leaning out of night
To glean one shaft of glory far beyond.

Calmly I climb the holy hill of hope,
And from its summit higher summits view,—
Above the sensual scope,—
Whose sheer heights human daring may not bind,
Shining, aloof, cleaving the eternal blue—
The mighty Himalayan mounts of Mind!

My feet seem planted on the dizzy verge
Of faith triumphant, and across the vast
I hear God's music surge.
Visions of light and happiness are mine,
And, fearless, lifted from the foggy past,
I face the open gates of Life divine!

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